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Making her upset would send the wrath pouring out from Lee. I simply feared him. On reflection I could have left. Left there and then. But I was simply in his grasp. Feared him.I started to pull down my boxers. My cock springing out. I was unshaven and this caught the girls by surprise. I sat on the arm of the couch in just my shimpads, socks and trainers. In a funny sort of way I gained some respect from the boys for the gall of falling into the orders. They gave me the occasional can of Stella as we watched the match.The game progressed a steady 1-0 in their favour. But things turned ugly as it entered the last ten minutes. Chelsea scored two goals in quick succession and brought the cup home.The Tv was instantly turned off and the control thrown down.Lee: Fucking cheating Wankers.I started to pick up my clothes. Nervous to enter conversation. Lee began to question what I was doing.Trish: Lee dont start picking on him just because your team lost.Lee: Shut the fuck up. If I wanna. “I don’t think so.”I did not say anything. I circled her again as the fucking machine continued the rhythm inside her. Her moans continued. Finally, I answered as I stopped in front of her.“Find-a-way,” I said as I pulled up on the chain in the middle, pulling her clit upwards.“Yes master. I’ll try,” she said through a heavy sigh from her clit being raised.The tears began to roll again down her face. It was an intense mixture of erotic emotions and pure pain. I could see that in her body language.I stood behind her watching the mechanism pumping into her pink canal. I could tell that she was reaching another orgasm. She curled her toes, her ass cheeks tightened, and her whole body tensed. I walked around to her front so she could see me. She began to moan deeply, then she closed her eyes. I watched as her body fell loose, and she uncurled her toes. She opened her eyes and looked straight at me and then her body shuddered. I knew why.I looked between her legs, where the fucking machine.
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